I can't stop thinking about it. Laying on the couch with my head in your lap and your fingers on my clit. The short black skirt I've been wearing all night pushed up by my thick thighs. You confiscated my panties a while ago. I can't keep myself still, spreading my legs open for you and grabbing your arm like it's the only thing keeping from falling off the earth.

The windows are open so I keep hiding my face against you to keep from squealing loud enough to let your neighbors know how fucking amazing your fingers feel inside me. I can't quite keep quiet enough so you put your hand over my mouth while I gush and explode over and over again. My skirt is soaked and plastered to my ass from the orgasms you keep wringing from me. I have a fleeting worry about your couch before my brain isn't able to contain any thought but please Lord don't stop.

As my clit gets more sensitive and swollen with every climax, you slow down giving my clit slow, teasing circles. I stretch and look up into your very satisfied looking face. If you're the cat then I'm definitely the canary. You remove your thoroughly soaked hand from my pussy and tell me to open up. I savor my pussy juice on your skin as you make sure I get every drop. You make me sit up and drink an entire glass of water before you lay me back in your lap smiling to play with my hair.

I can't stop myself from being the hedonistic slut that we both know I am when your hand is on my ample tits, circling my nipple. I think I'm being sly when I spread my legs open again but you know your slut too well. Your hand is already drifting down to my very eager pussy as you ask me if I want more. Somehow, I'm still shy after you've tasted every crevice of my body so I tell you that my clitoris is always ready for more. So you give me more… and more.

I can't even try to be quiet this time as you edge and tease me to orgasm. I am not even consciously aware of my hips bucking into your hand and of almost biting your arm. I am only aware of the lights exploding in my eyes as you bring me closer to cumming. I stopped counting the orgasms after five but I know we are definitely setting our own personal best.

After I don't know how many orgasms, you pull me to my feet. You kiss my neck, sending shivers all over my body. You whisper in my ear telling me to bend over the couch. You push my already soaked skirt above my ass and dive in. I let out a little muffled squeal as your tongue circles my ass. Your fingers find my cunt and curl inside of me. I can barely keep my knees from collapsing as you devour me. You finally relent as my knees start to buckle, pulling me up against you with one hand around my neck and one buried between my pussy lips. Your lips are brushing against every inch of exposed neck as you tell me what a good cumslut I've been. I can't help pressing against you as you hold me up through the orgasm that rips through my body. You hold me against your body as the waves crash through my body. As I struggle to remember how my lungs work, you spin me around devouring my lips in an aggressive kiss.

I'm dazed and sated when you sit me back onto the couch, my legs all but collapsing. You pull out your cock and before you can finish saying to give you a kiss goodbye, my lips are around your cock. I lick and swirl my tongue around the head of your cock while you run your hand through my hair. I almost pout when you pull me off your cock, stopping only to let me kiss the swollen head of your cock. You tuck it away with some remorse but say that I'll have to come back to finish later. My legs shake like a newborn foal while I pull my skirt down and you slap my ass as I walk out the door. I get home wearing your shirt and peel my skirt off. My panties somehow made it in my purse.

I woke up this morning smelling like you and my cum. My clit throbbing thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about how we absolutely ruined your couch and how I feel absolutely no regret about it.